Once she reached home and saw her own mother, Jin Qingyue let out all the grievances that were bottled up inside her. Finally, she exclaimed indignantly, "How dare they say that I'm a curse, what proof is there? This is too outrageous!"
Mrs. Jin replied unhurriedly, "If you don't marry him, no one will be able to put the blame on you."
"Mother, Shaochuan said it won't affect our wedding." Jin Qingyue continued irritably, "It's his grandmother and those netizens making up all those rubbish."
Mrs. Jin did not say anything further and lowered her head to continue knitting a hat.
"Mother, are you knitting this hat for me?" She sized it up and continued, "There are plenty of nice ones on the streets, stop knitting it."
"I'm knitting this for your sister-in-law, not you. There's no need for you to show your dislike."
